Zamiel woke feeling strange. It felt like his personal space was invaded. Turning in bed, he peeked through his long lashes and almost got a heart attack when he came face to face with Euphorion. He was so close to pushing him off bed.
What was he doing in his bed? And with no clothes on.
As much as he enjoyed his company, sometimes he just wanted to get rid of him. Zamiel thought of what the best way to wake him up would be. Throw water on him? No, he would enjoy that.
Maybe throw tea on him? He wouldn't like that. But maybe if he added some honey, he would appreciate it.
Euphorion stirred and threw one arm over Zamiel's shoulder.
Oh no! This man was dead!
Zamiel kicked him out of bed and Euphorion fell down with a loud thud, followed by a groan. He turned on his back and lay on the floor for a short moment, until he was fully awake. Then he got up on his feet.
He stretched his arms and yawned as if he hadn't just been kicked out of bed. "Never slept better." He said.
"I gave you your own bed." Zamiel told him.
"I know." He said scratching the back of his head. "But it is too hot. And you are so cold. I needed the cold." He took one of the sheets to wrap around his waist.
"You will go back to the ocean soon." Zamiel told him, speaking telepathically this time.
"Was it as you predicted?" Euphorion asked.
"Yes."
"Oh, I can't wait." He said with excitement.
Zamiel couldn't wait either. He was eager to see Heaven again. It felt like his heart would burst with anticipation. He just hoped Irene would do her part of the plan.
"You know what you have to do?" Zamiel told him.
"Don't worry. I know exactly what I need to do."
Zamiel nodded. "They could be here anytime soon. Get dressed."
Euphorion and Zamiel prepared to execute the plan. Zamiel was a little worried with Euphorion being part of the plan. Could he trust him?
"Euphorion…"
"I know." He cut him off, noticing his worry. "You have no choice but to trust me. If anything else happens, remember the second plan. The offer is still valid."
Zamiel looked at him for a long moment. He knew he had a hard time trusting people, but he would have to trust Euphorion. His intuition told him he could be trusted. "Thank you." He said.
"Where is the boy, today?" Euphorion asked.
Zamiel noticed that Zarin was gone. Hopefully, he went back to his family.
"I don't know."
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Irene woke up with heart pounding as if she had a nightmare. But it wasn't a nightmare, just a dream that stressed her out. Her brain starting going in a thousand different directions, and she had to tell herself to calm down.
Beside her, Heaven was still sleeping. She looked relaxed while resting. Irene slowly sat up in bed without waking Heaven and tried to gather her thoughts.
What was Zamiel planning? If she left with Heaven, then God knew what trouble they would be in. Once they left, they couldn't come back. Only those who joined Lothaire willingly could find back to his kingdoms. Others who left his mission would never find their way back again. That was his way of protecting the ones serving him.
His way of keeping people in his kingdom was through manipulation, but he was keeping Heaven through threats. If they left, he would surely find a way to make Heaven come back to him. He wouldn't give up easily.
But Zamiel had promised that he had a plan. She had to trust him. He wouldn't do anything to endanger Heaven's safety.
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